The Quarantine Chronicles, Day 90

DAY 90: Aw, screw it, let's just pretend

pretend our lives will never change

our climate will never change

let's get a spritz and gab about

our high school teachers with all

the beautiful people wannabes

we don't even like very much

(hoping always everywhere for sex

with almost anyone -- instinct rules)

every time, let's go into the street

meet and greet, get plastered, get

laid, live to fight another day -- or not --

at this point, who cares?

I'm fed up and don't need an excuse

-- some girl, some skinny girl

is talking about change, life-style

change (masks indefinitely, distance

forever -- what a crock!) and something

else I can't be bothered with -- climate

change -- I mean I'm pissed off about

price change, I just paid $10 for an Irish

coffee that last year was only $7, so there --

this bullshit about climate change --

let somebody else deal with it -- fossil fuels,

big f-ing deal! -- let governors and captains

of industry take care of it -- I'm sure they will --

I just want to talk to that blonde and

offer her a $10 drink, chat and hope

to get lucky.

Live or die, luck, good or bad,

that's all.